Today marks five years since Steve and I moved in together.
The initial decision was greeted with some scepticism by our social circle - even the parts of it which know us really well. I was used to living alone in a small, clutter-free flat; Steve was a hoarder famed for his stubborn streak - how on earth was that going to work?!
I never had any doubts, though. We make a good match. It was simply going to work.
And it simply did.
(That said: here's my advice for cohabiting harmoniously)
Yes, that picture of Steve is supposed to be upside down. The two photos go together... see? Our views of each other...? See...?
Well, I thought it was funny when I took it five years ago...
Anyway, here we are, five years later, in a bigger place with a garden, two added cats and now a baby.
We're still a good match.
And it still works.
Though it helps that there's an attic for all his stuff.
See also: How Steve and I met, how to involve the other parent in a pregnancy and *gasp* why I don't believe in "The One".
Hi! I'm a 30-something stay-at-home feminist mother-of-one. I live in Aberdeen, Scotland with my toddler, boyfriend and two black cats.